He would also introduce us to many unknown inquisitive people and explain thier realtionships to us ,of course my mother knew most of them .
Over time as I grew older his talk to me would turn purple and blue as he recited juicier anecedotes and escapades with that typical guffaw .
All this time paniker was extremely busy
During harvest time too when stacks of grain was loaded in our backyard he would be on his toes arranging everything including food for the workers
The local temple Sariyekkil Bhagavathis festival during Navarathri was one time when Panniker would be at his smiling best or during marriage receptions when his smiling face mostly hovered around the female guests .
As I grew up paniker became more of a friend
Both paniker and the other person did have the same number in thier tickets so we called the ticket inspector he looked at the tickets and said it was a mistake by the booking clerk
( no computer reservation those days )
adhunendha kutty ......santosham ....said our poor paniker ..